You are not something I have ever been very good at. In fact, I am sure that is why I fell so hard and so fast when I first started to get ill. I never stopped, I was always running around like a lunatic.
It’s taken me ages to learn how to rest, and to accept that you are a good thing and something to be fought against and resented.
I am so much better these days. I have down time. I make sure I only work 4 days a week. I schedule off at least a week every three months, even if I don’t actually go anywhere and just potter around at home. I take three weeks off at Christmas.
Every day I build in little rests, I leave time at the end of my yoga practice for savasana, I sit at a table for lunch, not in front of my computer or the TV, my music practice means my mind stops thinking about all the things I have to do and sometimes I even just lie still and listen to an audiobook or music. Going for walks in the woods with Buster is another form of rest, albeit not a physical one, it is a rest from the computer, social media and all the other demands on my time.
I think this is the key to you, rest, learning different forms of rest – physical, emotional and mental. Making sure that all are covered, without going too crazy about it and rest becoming another thing on my to-do list, my schedules and my plans.
I wish I had learnt about you when I was younger, although I suspect I wouldn’t have listened.
Text from my poem:
Focus on self,
Watch mind, emotions,
Ease shoulders from ears,
Loose knotted stomach,
Release frowning face.
Time to be.
Not to do.
This is contributing towards the April Love 2016 project.